"Mom, is he really my father?" At this time, little Yunxi pulled An Tingyu's sleeve and looked at her expectantly.
An Tingyu looked at him and smiled slightly, "Yes, he is Xi'er's father, absolutely true. From now on, if anyone dares to say that you are a fatherless child, just tell him that you are the son of Prince Jing, Jing Aotian."
"That's great. Today we are a family reunion. Xier, come and call me auntie! I am your auntie!" Jing Qingwu ran to little Yunxi, hugged him and kissed him on the face.
“Auntie, saliva!”
"You little bastard, do you think my saliva is dirty?" Jing Qingwu looked angry with a stern face, but there was a smile in her eyes.
Everyone on the side laughed when they saw this.
After chatting for a while, Jing Aotian asked Jing Qingwu to take Xiao Yunxi to the garden to play, and the others also consciously left the hall. Only after everyone left did Jing Aotian say, "Maybe you really do doubt it, but I really don't know. Before you changed, we only met once. It was at Mr. An's birthday party, but... I really don't have any impression."
An Tingyu had a blank expression on her face and remained silent, but her brows were slightly furrowed. This meant that they had met once before An Tianyu died, and that was exactly the day she was pregnant with Xiao Yunxi.
An Tingyu was no fool. Of course she knew something must have happened that day, otherwise he wouldn't be Xiao Yunxi's father. But why did Jing Aotian keep saying he didn't remember anything? Did he really have no memory of that incident, or was he hiding something?
Suddenly, An Tingyu didn't know whether she should believe him or not. Jing Aotian was Xiao Yunxi's father, which was an obvious fact, but he had no memory of it. There were two voices in her heart that were always confronting each other, one side told her to believe it, but the other side kept rejecting her.
"Tingyu..."
"Let's put this matter aside for now! I just came back and I'm tired, so I'll go back today." An Tingyu interrupted him. Old Master An and An Donglin were still in prison, and she no longer had the energy to speculate.
Hearing this, Jing Aotian opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing the fatigue in her eyes, he could only nod, "Okay, you're all tired after a few days of traveling, and you also need to take care of Mr. An and An Xiangcheng's affairs, so let's talk about our affairs later!"
After leaving Prince Jing's Mansion and returning to the Prime Minister's Residence, a light blue figure immediately caught An Tingyu's eye in front of the two majestic stone lions.
"Yu'er!" Feng Beijian came forward immediately after seeing her, but before he could say anything, An Tingyu said, "I'm very tired today, please go back!"
"Are you blaming me for not going to vouch for Mr. An and An Chengxiang? I wanted to go, but my younger sister wouldn't let me. She trapped me in Chongyang Palace." Thinking she was angry, Feng Beijian explained.
"I understand Concubine Feng's thoughts, and she is right not to let you interfere, but I am really tired. I am not looking for an excuse for you to leave, so go back today! We can talk about it another day if there is anything." Finally, An Tingyu repeated it again.
"Well... okay!" Feng Beijian saw Xiao Yunxi before he could finish his sentence. She looked like someone else. He frowned slightly, but looking at her tired face, he closed his mouth and did not ask the question in his heart.
After entering the Xiang Mansion, An Tingyu handed Xiao Yunxi to Xing'er and returned to her room alone. Looking at the closed door, Xing'er asked Dang Yan, "Do you think the young lady is really just tired?"
Dang Yan glanced at Xing Er indifferently, and after a while he said: "How is it possible!"
For work, An Tingyu once went without rest for three days and three nights, but she never complained about being tired. So what made her complain about being tired was not physical, but psychological.
Little Yunxi's story seemed like a truly joyous occasion, as she had found her biological father. But what was the reality? It was obvious, but Jing Aotian's answers to An Tingyu were either "no" or "I don't remember." With this development, how could An Tingyu truly be happy? Perhaps deep down, An Tingyu was also suspicious! But that suspicion was the one she least wanted to entertain, so she must have been feeling quite distraught.
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